Motivation

Of course I wouldn’t write you to offend;
I didn’t send that text to criticize.
Why were so inclined to cringe, distend
the tone to judge, and fire those replies
all self-reflective, immature, unwise?
I’m not a type or version on a shelf.
As much as Mom, you fail to empathize.
I’m forced to write this much, to see myself.

(Huitain)

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